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Chapter 32

It was just past dawn when the group had reached their destination and had moved into the city, weapons in hand. Dean tagged along and felt a little out of place. They were outside a gated off sanitarium, Future Dean along with Castiel, Addison, Risa, and two other men lined up on one side of debris while Future Dean looked towards the building with binoculars. Dean was on the other side just watching.

"There," Future Dean said as he lowered the binoculars and turned to hand them to Castiel as he looked at his team. "Second floor window, we go in there."

"Dean, are you sure about this?" Addison asked and he looked back at her.

"They'll never see us coming," Future Dean said and Dean frowned. "Trust me, Addie," he said and Addison gave him a curt nod in response even though she didn't look completely convinced, which only made Dean frown even more. "Weapons check, we're on the move in five."

"Hey, um, me; can I talk to you for a sec?" Dean asked and Future Dean nodded before he stood and walked over to Dean, both men moving off to the side while the others readied their weapons. "Tell me what's going on," Dean said and Future Dean frowned.

"What?" he asked.

"I know you," Dean said. "You're lying to these people, and to me."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah. See, I know your lying expressions," Dean said. "I've seen 'em in the mirror. Now there's something you're not telling us."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Future Dean said with a smirk.

"Oh, really? Well, I don't seem to be the only member of your posse with some questions," Dean said. "So maybe I'll, uh, just go talk to Addie for a minute. Share my doubts with her and get her take on things." Dean turned away and started to walk away when Future Dean stopped him.

"Okay, whoa, whoa, wait," he said and Dean stopped before he turned to face Future Dean again.

"What?" he asked.

"Take a look around you, man," Future Dean said. "This place should be white hot with Croats. Where are they?"

"They cleared a path for us," Dean said, "which means that this is-"

"A trap, exactly," Future Dean said.

"Well, then we can't go through the front," Dean said with a frown.

"We're not. They are," Future Dean said as he gestured with his eyes to the others. "They're the decoys. You and me, we're going in through the back."

"You mean you're going to feed your friends into a meat grinder," Dean said lowly. "Cas and Addie too? You would use their deaths as a diversion." Future Dean looked down and away while Dean just stared at him, disbelief clear on his face. "Oh, man, something is broken in you." Future Dean turned his eyes back to Dean and glared at him. "You're making decisions that I would never make. I wouldn't sacrifice my friends."

"You're right," Future Dean said. "You wouldn't. It's one of the main reasons we're in this mess actually."

"These people count on you, they trust you," Dean said.

"They trust me to kill the devil and to save the world," Future Dean said, "and that's exactly what I'm going to do with the latter being a bonus." Dean frowned.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean asked.

"Do you really want to know?" Future Dean asked, but he didn't wait for Dean to respond. "The second Sam said yes, the devil used his skin and his memories to try and draw me out. He showed up at . . . at Allie's acting as if he was Sam before he . . . before he killed Allie and my son to get to me. So, yeah, I'm going to do whatever it takes to end this no matter the cost."

"No. No, not like this. I won't let you sacrifice their lives for revenge. Allie wouldn't want you to. She wouldn't want you sacrificing her sister's life or Cas'. You know she wouldn't," Dean said and Future Dean's face contorted with anger.

"Really?" he asked bitterly, his eyes blazgin.

"Yeah, r-," Dean didn't get to finish because Future Dean punched him hard, once again knocking him out cold.

When Dean came to the first thing he heard was gun fire and he quickly got to his feet before running towards the building. He could see the gun flashes lighting up the window and he sighed heavily before he took off, sprinting around the back of the building only to stop when he saw his future self lying on the ground with a man dressed in white standing over him with his foot on his neck. The man turned his foot, killing Future Dean, before he slowly turned around to look at Dean, who turned his eyes up from Future Dean's lifeless body to see Sam looking at him.

"Oh, hello Dean," he said with a grin as lightening flashed and thunder rolled in the sky above them. Dean glared at Lucifer since he knew that's who was talking to him and not Sam. "Aren't you a surprise?" Lucifer asked before a bright flash of lightening caught Dean off guard and he winced a bit. "You've come a long way to see this; haven't you?" Lucifer asked from behind him and Dean quickly turned around. He took a few steps back and continued to glare at Lucifer.

"Well, go ahead," Dean said. "Kill me."

"Kill you?" Lucifer asked before he looked to the ground behind Dean at Future Dean's body. "Don't you think that would be a little redundant?" Lucifer asked as he looked back at Dean. "I'm sorry," Lucifer said. "It must be painful; speaking to me in this shape, but it had to be your brother. It had to be," Lucifer said as he reached out to touch Dean's shoulder, but Dean turned away from him. "You don't have to be afraid of me, Dean. What do you think I'm going to do?" Lucifer asked as he walked away from Dean and over to a rose bush, where one lone rose was growing.

"I don't know, maybe deep fry the planet," Dean said and Lucifer turned back around to look at him.

"Why? Why would I want to destroy this stunning thing?" he asked. "Beautiful in a trillion different ways; the last perfect handy work of God. Have you ever heard the story about how I fell from Grace?"

"Oh, good God, you're not going to tell me a bedtime story are you?" Dean asked and Lucifer smirked. "My stomach's almost out of bile."

"You know why God cast me down?" Lucifer asked. "Because I loved him, more than anything, and then God created . . .you. The little hairless apes, and then He asked all of us to bow down before you; to love you more than Him. I said 'Father, I can't' and I said 'these human beings are flawed, murderous.' And for that, God had Michael cast me into Hell. Now tell me, does the punishment fit the crime? Especially when I was right?" Dean swallowed hard, but didn't answer him. He just looked at him. "Look what six billion of you have done to this thing, and how many of you blame me for it?"

"You're not fooling me, you know that?" Dean asked. "With this sympathy for the devil crap. I know what you are," Dean said, tears lining his eyes.

"What am I?" Lucifer asked.

"You're the same thing only bigger. The same brand of cockroach I've been squashing my whole life. An ugly, evil, belly to the ground supernatural piece of crap," Dean said. "The only difference between them and you is the size of your ego."

"I like you, Dean, and I get what the other angels see in you," he said with a smile. "Good bye. We'll see each other again soon." Lucifer turned and started to walk away when Dean stopped him.

"You better kill me now," Dean said and Lucifer turned around to look at him.

"Pardon?" he asked.

"You better kill me now or I swear, I will find a way to kill you," Dean said heavily, "and I won't stop."

"I know you won't," Lucifer said. "I know you won't say yes to Michael either and I know you won't kill Sam. Whatever you do, you will always end up here. Whatever choices you make or details you alter, we will always end up right here. You're anger and your hatred for me, will always lead you here. There is nothing you can do to change it." A tear rolled down Dean's cheek as Lucifer shrugged. "In the end, I will always win."

"You're wrong," Dean said but Lucifer just smirked.

"I'll see you in five years, Dean," he said before he disappeared. Dean stood there for a moment, breathing heavily before he heard something behind him. He turned around only to have Zachariah reach forward and press his fingers to his forehead. Suddenly, Dean found himself back in his motel room in Kansas City with Zachariah standing across from him with a small grin on his face. Dean sighed heavily as he leaned against the counter.

"Well if it isn't the Ghost of Christmas Screw You," Dean said.

"Enough, Dean," Zachariah said. "You saw it, right? You saw what happens. You're the only person who can prove the devil wrong. Just say yes."

"How do I know this whole thing isn't one of your tricks, huh?" Dean asked. "Some angel hocus pocus?"

"The time for tricks is over. Give yourself to Michael. Say yes and we can strike now," Zachariah said as he walked closer to Dean. "Before Lucifer gets to Sam, before he gets to Allison, and before billions die." Dean looked down and walked around Zachariah, a battle brewing within himself as he came to a stop on the other side of the room. He took a slow deep breath and raised his head.

"Nah," he said before he turned back around and looked at Zachariah.

"Nah?" Zachariah asked. "You telling me you haven't learned your lesson?"

"Oh, I've learned a lesson, all right," Dean said. "Just not the one you wanted to teach."

"Well, I'll just have to teach it again," Zachariah said and he made to continue but Dean suddenly found himself standing on the side of a deserted road in the middle of nowhere. He turned around and smiled when he saw Castiel standing behind him.

"You've got really nice timing, Cas," Dean said and Castiel smiled in return.

"We had an appointment," Castiel said and Dean smirked before he put his left hand on Castiel's shoulder

"Don't ever change," he said firmly before he lowered his hand and started looking for his cell phone.

"How did Zachariah find you?" Castiel asked.

"Long story," Dean said. "Let's just stay away from Jehovah's Witnesses from now on, okay?" He opened his phone and Castiel frowned slightly.

"What are you doing?" Castiel asked.

"Something I should have done in the first place," Dean said as he brought his phone to his ear.

Sam was sitting on Chris and Emily's sofa watching some infomercial on television seeing as he couldn't sleep. The TV was down low since everyone else in the house was asleep. Emily insisted that he stay with them rather than going to a motel for the night before he and Addison headed out to try and figure out how to kill Lucifer. He was just about to turn off the TV and go upstairs to try and get some sleep when his phone started ringing. Instead of grabbing the remote, he grabbed his phone from the coffee table and sighed as he looked at the screen on his phone. Seeing Dean's name on the screen made his eyes widen before he quickly answered the phone.

"Dean?" Sam asked and he heard a quiet sigh on the other side.

"Hey, Sam," Dean said.

"Where have you been? Allie's been worried about you," Sam said. "She has herself practically sick."

"Are you with Allie?" Dean asked.

"I got here about twelve hours ago," Sam said.

"Well stay there," Dean said. "I'll be there in a few hours. We need to talk."

"Okay," Sam said with a frown.

"And tell Allie I'm fine and I'll see her when I get there," Dean said.

"Okay," he said again before Dean ended the call. Sighing, Sam ran his fingers through his hair and frowned once more as he lowered the phone from his ear.

"Sam?" a soft voice questioned before a small light was turned on to reveal Allison dressed in her pajamas and looking like she hadn't slept a wink since she'd gone upstairs hours earlier. "Everything okay?" she asked as she walked further into the room.

"Dean called," he said as he held up his phone briefly and she picked up the pace a little and sat down next to him on the sofa, her left leg tucking under her body as she did so.

"Is he okay?" she asked and he nodded.

"He wanted me to tell you that's he's fine and that he'll see you when he gets here," he said. "He wants to talk with me about something." Sam heard Allison's sharp intake of breath as he looked away from her and he quickly looked back at her. "What's wrong?" he asked when he saw her right hand on her stomach as she looked down. He sat up slightly as he turned to face her and practically threw his phone on the floor as he reached out and hovered his hands over her body. She raised her head and looked at him with a small smile on her face.

"Nothing. I'm okay," she assured him with a slight nod. "The other day I started feeling him move, and I just felt him again."

"Really?" Sam asked as he lowered his hands and looked at Allison's as it rested on her stomach. He hadn't noticed it before, but he now noticed the small bump that was Allison's lower stomach. If it hadn't been for her hand holding her stomach, he wouldn't have even been able to see it in the first place.

"It's weird," she said, still smiling as Sam's eyes moved from her hand to her face. "I haven't felt him that much, but when I do it startles me. Sorry for freaking you out." Sam smiled at her as he shook his head negatively. The two of them talked for a little while, Allison treating Sam no different than she ever had even though he was pretty sure Dean had bent her ear his way a time or two and the fact that he was going to be basically taking her sister out on what was likely a suicide mission to kill Lucifer.

"Well, I came down for a glass of water," she said softly. "so, I should probably get it and go back up to bed. I might be able to finally get some sleep now that I know Dean's okay. You should get some sleep too. You don't look any better than I do." She patted his right hand that rested on his leg before she stood from the sofa then and adjusted her t-shirt as she started walking towards the dining room to head into the kitchen.

"Allie?" Sam asked and she paused in the dining room by the table before she turned around to look at him. "Thanks," he said and she frowned.

"For what?" she asked.

"Just in general, thanks," he said with a shrug and she laughed quietly as she looked at Sam.

"Well, you're welcome, Sam," she said before she turned back around and went into the kitchen. Sam leaned down and picked up his phone from the floor before he turned off the TV and then stood from the sofa. He turned off the small light Allison had turned on, and as he heard her moving about the kitchen, he went back to the sofa and laid down with a soft sigh. He was suddenly very tired.

After getting her water, Allison had quickly gone up to her room; happy to see that Sam had also gone to bed. The man was beat and stressing himself out more than she was. Once inside her room, she closed her bedroom door, took a drink of the cold liquid before putting the glass down on her nightstand. She turned on the light and grabbed her phone as she sat down on her bed. She hit the call button upon finding Dean's name and practically held her breath as she waited for him to pick up. She didn't have to wait long.

"Sam didn't wake you to tell you I was okay did he?" he asked when he answered the phone and she closed her eyes at the sound of his voice.

"No," she said lightly as she opened her eyes once more. "I went downstairs for a glass of water when I saw him hang up his phone. Where have you been?"

"I'll tell you when I get there, Allie, but right now I want you to get some sleep and stop worrying about me," he said. "I'm fine, I promise."

"Really?" she asked doubtful judging by the slight strain to his voice.

"I'm okay now, Allie, and when I see you I'll be even better," he said, his voice softer and she smiled gently.

"Glad to know you've missed me," she said and he sighed.

"You have no idea," he said with a slight pause. "Get some sleep, and I'll see you soon."

"Okay," she said. "I love you, Dean."

"I love you too, Allie," he said back.

"Bye," she said.

"Bye." She hung up her phone and let out a heavy sigh as she put her phone back on her nightstand. She slid her legs under the covers and laid down in her bed before she took a deep breath and wrapped her arms around her pillow. Now that she actually heard his voice she would rest easy, at least until he left and she was once again radio silenced for a while.

Dean pulled up to Chris and Emily's house a little after seven that morning. He was exhausted and a bit unsure about what he was going to do, but he wouldn't let the future he had just lived happen. He would learn to trust Sam again. It was going to take some time, but it would happen; hopefully before end of the world. He climbed from the Impala only to see Chris walk out on the porch. He walked towards the house and gave the former hunter an unsure smile as he walked up the steps.

"Boy, you better have a good excuse for disappearing like you did," Chris said as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"It not an excuse, but I have a reason; and I'll explain everything to Allie after I talk to my brother," Dean said and Chris nodded. "I didn't mean to make her worry, Chris. Trust me on that."

"I do," Chris said, "but with what you boys got going on and Allie . . . I just don't want to see the girl hurt is all." He uncrossed his arms and Dean ran his hand down his face.

"I don't either, Chris," Dean said and Chris nodded once more.

"Wipe your feet when you come in," Chris said. "Emily just mopped the floor yesterday." With that Chris turned and went into the house. Dean took a deep breath before he followed Chris into the house. He was surprised to see Sam walking down the stairs. He was expecting to have to wait for him to wake up, but Sam was already up and he didn't look like he slept much.

"Dean," Sam said when he reached the base of the stairs and Dean nodded at him before glancing at Chris who had remained in the foyer with them.

"I'll tell Emily to set another plate for breakfast," Chris said before he made his way down the hallway and into the kitchen. Dean returned his eyes to his brother and sighed quietly as he reached into his jacket and pulled out the knife. Sam glanced at it and then looked at Dean, an unsure expression on his face, as Dean turned the knife in his hand and had hold of the blade as he held the handle out to Sam.

"You're serious about getting back in?" Dean asked and Sam nodded. "Then you should hang on to this. I'm sure you're rusty." Sam looked at the knife and then at his brother before he took the knife from Dean's hand. "Look, man, I'm sorry. I don't know . . . whatever I need to be, but I was, uh, wrong."

"What made you change your mind?" Sam asked.

"A lot of things, actually, and it's a long story," Dean said with a quietly scoffed humorless laugh. "The point is, maybe we are each other's Achilles heel. Maybe they'll find a way to use us against each other, I don't know. I just know we're all we've got."

"You've got Allie," Sam added and Dean nodded, his stomach tightening but he kept his face neutral.

"I know," Dean said, "but with Allie it's different. You and me we've been through a lot together, Sammy, and we. . . we keep each other human."

"Thank you," Sam said. "Really, thank you. I won't let you down."

"Oh, I know it," Dean said. "I mean, you are the second best hunter on the planet." The brothers shared smiles and Sam looked down at the knife in his hands.

"Where have you been, you son of a bitch?" came an all too familiar voice and Dean looked up to see Addison charging down the stairs. Sam quickly tucked the knife into his belt loop and put his hands on her shoulders when she reached the foot of the stairs.

"Relax, Addie, she knows he was on his way here," Sam said and Addison looked up at him with a frown. "He called last night and I told Allie he was okay."

"Where is she?" Dean asked and Sam lowered his hands from Addison's shoulders as she looked at Dean.

"Upstairs in her room," Addison said and Dean nodded before he walked around the two of them and quickly made his way up the stairs. Addison turned her eyes to Sam just as he looked down at her. "What's going on?"

"Change of plans," Sam said quietly, making Addison frown, before he took her hand and walked into the living room with her. Despite teaming up with Dean again, he wanted Addison to come along. He knew Dean probably wouldn't be too keen on the idea, but he knew Dean didn't exactly trust him just yet. He could see it in his brother's eyes, and he wanted at least one ally on the road.

Allison woke to the feeling of someone playing with her hair, and she sighed softly as she opened her eyes only to gasp and sit up quickly as she pulled back. Dean smirked and lowered his hand to the mattress between them. "Hey," he said and she smiled before she pushed away the covers and practically threw herself on him as she pressed her lips hard to his.

Dean closed his eyes tightly as he wrapped his left arm around her, held her close, and kissed her back, deepening the kiss as he felt her straddle his hips. Never breaking the kiss, he sat up and held her tight to his chest as she sat back on his thighs. Allison wrapped her arms around his shoulders and the fingers of her right hand snaked through his short hair as she held the back of his head. Sadly, oxygen was severely needed and both reluctantly pulled away from the other.

Panting slightly they looked at each other with hooded eyes. Allison massaged his scalp and looked into his green eyes while his hands settled on her hips. His hands were warm and the heat of them seeped through her cotton pajamas warming her skin nicely where he touched. A smile was on his face, but the smile didn't quite reach his eyes, and Allison knew that something had happened. She sighed softly before placing a soft kiss on the corner of his lips and pressing her forehead to his.

"What happened?" she asked him and his grip tightened on her hips.

"Long story," he said and Allison gave him a pointed look. The same look she always gave him when he tried to dance around the subject and the same look Addison had given him in the future.

"Dean," she said and he sighed quietly.

"I know, but can you just give me ten minutes to enjoy this?" he asked, his green eyes desperate.

"Enjoy what?" she asked with a slight frown seeing as she didn't know what was going on in his head.

"You being here, us," he said. "Just ten minutes, Allie, that's all I'm asking for before I'll explain everything." Still frowning, she slid her hand from his hair to the side of his face and ran her thumb along his stubble covered cheek.

"Okay," she said gently. "Okay, Dean, whatever you want." He kissed her then and she wrapped her arm back around him. He broke their kiss after a second and buried his face in the nape of her neck and she closed her eyes as she sighed softly and tilted her head against his. She'd gladly give him all the time he wanted before explaining what happened so long as he held her like he was that very moment. It was almost as if he didn't want to let her go and it only made her want to never let him go.